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alienturnipp · 4 months
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handers-time · 2 months
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Introducing the 2024 Handers Gift Exchange!
Welcoming any and all Handers fans, @handers-time will be hosting another year of the Handers Gift Exchange! For those unfamiliar, a fandom gift exchange is an event in which participants create fanworks to give to one another, based off their prompts, preferences, and ships! Then giftees will leave comments on any gifts they receive and the love for Handers will be shared.
Schedule:
March 9 - 23: Sign-ups
March 24 - 26: Matching & Assignments
March 27 - May 19: Creation & Posting Period
With additional check-ins on April 12-14 and May 3-5. Participants may post any time during the creation period dates, not just at the end.
Rules & FAQ under the read-more:
Q. When will assignments go out, and when is my gift due?
A. Assignments will go out on or before March 26, 2024. You can post your gift any time during the creation period, but they absolutely must be posted by May 19.
Q. Will there be check-ins?
A. Yes. Mods will be checking in with participants the weekends of April 12 and May 3. If you are struggling to complete a gift or haven’t started by then we would strong encourage you to flag this to a mod so that we can arrange a pinch-hitter if necessary. We understand that life happens, so we won’t hold it against you if you need to drop out - we just want to be sure that your recipient still gets a gift!
Q. How do I share my gift?
A. All gifts should be posted on AO3 and on tumblr. Gifts should be posted to the 2024 Handers Gift Exchange collection on AO3 (link to be shared). Your recipient should be clearly tagged. Tumblr posts should tag in the handers-time blog so that we can find it to reblog it.
Q. How big should my gift be?
A. Fanfic should reach a minimum word count of 1,000 words. Fanart should be at least a clean sketch or completed lineart, depending on how you view your artstyle.
Extra gifts - written as optional add-ons after you’ve completed your main gift - can be much smaller with a minimum word count of 250 words. There is no maximum word count for main gifts or for extra gifts.
Q. Is this an anonymous gift exchange?
A. No, but please do not tell your giftee until you have officially posted your gift. The reveal will occur the moment you post it!
Q. Are there any rules about commenting?
A. Yes. You must comment on any gift made for you. For a full gift, this should be a comment of at least 3 sentences in length. For extra gifts, it can be less.
Q. I don’t want to sign up to the exchange but I’d like to produce extra gifts. What do I do?
Lovely to have you! We share the complete list of requests after sign-ups publicly - you can keep an eye on this blog for it. Anyone can create an extra treat - you do not need to be a participant of the full exchange. Extra gifts have a lower minimum requirements (250 words, or sketches) and you can produce as many as you like.
Q. I have another question.
A. Please send an ask to the handers-time mod and we'd be happy to help.
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storybookhawke · 11 months
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(please share, I'm curious!)
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sulky-valkyrie · 2 years
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ok. potential merrill prompt. merrihawke after leandra's death? specifically, a conversation around merrill's use of blood magic. hopefully with a supportive hawke (still) but! feel free to run with it however. i shall brainstorm some more as well >:)
Angst and also Isabela joined the party. #sorrynotsorry for @dadrunkwriting ~~~
Everything was too hard.  Lighting a fire was too much work, so the room was chilly.  Pulling the curtains open was too complicated, so the room was too dark.  Everything was too quiet or too loud, from the beating of their heart to the people in the streets below.  Didn’t all those damn idiots down there understand that their mother was dead?  That they should be shut up in their bedrooms wishing they could weep just like Emjee was?
Isabela sat down on the bed and tugged at their blankets.  “Hawke, babe, you should eat.”
They rolled over.  It hurt enough to grieve alone, but seeing the worry on their friends and lovers’ faces was just another too much.  “Not hungry, Bels.”
“I know, but you still need to eat something.”  Her hands were warm and soft, nothing like their mother’s in those last moments when she was already gone but hadn’t quite stopped.  “Kitten tried to bake something for you.”
Thinking about Merrill made Emjee’s heart sink.  The poor thing had been nearly as devastated when they’d found everything Quentin had been up to as Emjee had.  They both knew the perils of blood magic, but to see it used like that, carved up flesh stitched together for -
They bolted from the bed and barely made it to the bucket.  Sad, wheezing dry heaves wracked Emjee’s body as Bels slid down to the floor next to them.  “Let it out, honey.”  She stroked their back gently, hands still warm, so warm, reminding them that there were people who were alive who cared for them far more than - No, we’re not going down that road.  She loved me, she was shit at saying it, but she loved me.
“There’s nothing left to let out,” they whispered, still hanging over the bucket.  It was a lie.  They still hadn’t cried.  Crying just . . . felt useless.  And they hadn’t been able to anyway.  Maybe all those tears had dried up after Bethany.
“Lethallen?”  Merrill’s voice called quietly from the hallway.  “I heard you vom - moving around, do you need me to change the bucket again?”  Emjee shook their head.  Had they even talked to her since Anders had helped Varric put them to bed?  The past day or three was a blur of too fast and too slow and too much and too little and never enough and their mother was dead and they were supposed to just . . . keep going? 
Bels pulled them into her arms.  “Down here, Kitten.”
The door creaked open and the elf padded around the bed with a tray of muffins.  “I baked.”  She smiled shakily.  “Not these though, mine were - well, not even the dog wanted them, so Orana did the same recipe, but . . .”  she trailed off and bit her lip as she sat down on the floor, not quite within arm’s reach.  “I’m these muffins’ godmother.”
Andraste’s flaming ass, they had missed her and her nonsense that always made perfect sense.  She and Bels just fit together, and Emjee didn’t know how they’d ended up part of it too, but they thanked the Maker every day for two women as devoted to them as each other.  They tugged the tray out of the way and scooted out of Bels’ arms to lie with their head in Merrill’s lap.  “I’m sorry,” they whispered, burying their face in her belly.”
“Whatever for?”  Merrill asked.
“I said all those awful things about blood magic when -” 
Merrill put a gentle hand over their mouth.  “Lethallen, everything you said was true.  Not just true, but likely.”  She paused.  “It’s why I only ever use my own blood.  If I’m not willing to pay the price, how can I expect someone else to?”
“Could you have done it?”  They regretted the question immediately, but now that it was out there, the only way through was forward.  “Not that you would, but . . . could you?”
Merrill stroked their hair tenderly.  “Probably.”
“But you won’t.”  It wasn’t a question.  It wasn’t a demand, either.  It was an observation.
“Never.”  Her voice was firm.
“Not even to fix the mirror?”  Why were they pushing so hard?
Merrill tugged Emjee up to her chest.  “A demon could manifest tomorrow and tell me I would have full access to the Eluvian if I killed Meredith and used her blood, and I still wouldn’t do it.  Not because she doesn’t deserve to die, but because I wouldn’t use her like that.”  She leaned down and kissed their forehead, politely ignoring how pitiful and unwashed they no doubt smelled.  “Nothing is worth stealing another’s life for it.  Quentin said he did it for love, but he did it for arrogance.  He did it because he thought he was more important than the rest of Thedas.  Blood magic was his tool, but it was Quentin who wielded it.”  The elf’s words eased something in their chest that had been strung tighter than Bianca since the white lilies had arrived.  They yawned, suddenly feeling sleepy instead of just exhausted beyond reason, and closed their eyes.
Bels scooted over to Emjee’s other side.  “There’s a perfectly serviceable bed right behind us, you know.”
“Too tired,” they protested.  “Sleep here.”
Bels slipped her arms under them.  “C’mon, I’ll pick you up, all you have to do is eat a godmuffin.”
It wasn’t really worth the fight, not when Emjee was so tired.  “Fine.”  Bels scooped them up and dumped them on the bed as Merrill picked up the muffin tray and crawled in after them.  They ate muffins until Emjee’s eyes couldn’t stay open, then Bels took the tray downstairs.  As they settled into the middle of the covers, head tucked into Merrill’s shoulder, they reached up to tilt her to look at them.  “Mer?  Can I ask you something?”
“Anything, lethallen.”
They took a deep breath.  “Will you teach me?”
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lavellander · 1 year
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always wondered what kicked off those 3 years he laid awake at night aching for hawke (x)
*they/she for my hawke, pls dont tag as fhawke or fhanders :)
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lgvalenzuela · 3 months
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gemini-sensei · 8 months
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Comfort | Hawk Moskowitz x Chubby!NB!Reader
Request: Any chance you could write Eli headcanons of him comforting his partner during their period? 😩🤍
CW: discussions around periods, fluff
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*** When that time of the month rolls around, Hawk is always prepared. He makes a period kit with lots of his partner's favorite snacks, fresh products for them, little coupons that say "Your Movie Pick (and I won't complain about it)," and he always tops it off with a new teddy bear for them to cuddle with for when he's not around. (He's usually around though).
*** Always sets up a heating pad for cramps and has drinks and snacks at the ready. No matter what his partner's favorite drink is in this time of need, he'll whip it up. Hot cocoa? With tiny marshmallows? Of course. Apple juice? Fridge is stocked full. Man is ready.
*** He'll builds a pillow fort to sit and cuddle in while watching TV. Lots of cuddles and little massages as needed, because he wants to make sure his partner is feel better. There's only so much he can do, and he knows that, but whatever he can do he's going to do it.
*** Quiet moments where he holds them and rubs their back, whispering words of comfort and affirmation. Little "I love you's" and the like. While eating candy and just lazing around, he's just so soft, and only for them.
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Sorry this was short. I had little ideas for it, but still wanted to put it out there because it's just so cute. And I'm on my period rn and it just lined up well, ig, and I needed it too.
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telumendils · 2 years
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Varric: You often use humor to deflect trauma. Hawke: Thank you. Varric: I didn't say that was a good thing. Hawke: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny.
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corujalesbica · 1 year
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I'm in that one mood in which I wanna write so bad but I also don't
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lyriumlullaby-ao3 · 6 months
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i finished awakening again last night and i am ALREADY itching to get back home so i can start 2 again for the 80 thousandth time lmao
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alienturnipp · 7 months
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Little compilation of my recent Hawke drawings <3
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handers-time · 3 months
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Poll: Help us decide if Handers Exchange 2024 should run!
Hi all,
Mod Reikah is unable to run the Handers Exchange this year, so Mod Hollyand and Mod Storybookhawke would like to gauge interest for a possible exchange later this spring for all Hawke/Anders pairings. Tentative dates are mid-March till mid-May, although this may shift to a few weeks later depending on one of the mods' medical issues...
We would like to get an idea of how many people would sign up if we did run the exchange this year, so please answer our poll!
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storybookhawke · 1 year
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I will be drawing a community-made Hawke OC next weekend! Please vote on the series of polls I'll be putting out to decide what kind of brand-new custom Hawke we can make together!
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sulky-valkyrie · 2 years
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What about “you want books? how many? screw it, i’ll buy you the whole damn store.” I'm not saying I'm on one braincell when it comes to ships regarding Merrill but I like Meribelahawke what can I say
I'm a terrible person and stuck only to the spirit of the dialogue, not the dialogue itself. Please forgive me. For @dadrunkwriting
~~ Hawke was reading in bed, half upside down with their legs propped up against the wall, when they heard the front door slam open.
Bodahn, naturally, was fit to be tied, but since Dumat hadn’t started barking, it was probably fine.  Probably.  They closed the book and listened carefully.
“Kitten, fancy seeing you here!”  Just Bels then.  Why was she actually using the door though?  Most times she stopped by, she swooped in through the bedroom window to surprise them in the most delicious of ways.
“Really?  Where else would I be?”  Merrill asked from the library.  “Oh no, I haven’t forgotten to be somewhere, have I?”
“You’re fine, sweetpea, I promise”  Bels laughed as her voice neared the bedroom.  “Hawke upstairs?”
“They said something about a bath, but I haven’t heard water running.”
“Thanks, Kitten!”  The door burst open.  “Hawke!  Sweetie, darling, have I mentioned you’re my favorite human?”
Needy Bels was always a good time.  They tossed the book onto the nightstand and rolled over.  “Not lately,” they said with a grin, then patted the bed next to them.  “What does the infamous pirate need nobility for today?  Something dirty, I hope?”
Isabela threw herself onto the bed, nearly bouncing Hawke to the floor.  “Yes, but not for me.”
They flailed dramatically then grabbed at her to steady themselves.  Then grabbed again for good measure.  Okay, maybe one more little -
“Stop, Hawke, this is serious,” Bels laughed, pulling their hand out of her shirt.  “It’s for Merrill.”
“Merrill needs something dirty?”  Hawke asked.  “It’s not like her to -”
“I think it’s supposed to be a surprise, but she’s not having any luck with Anders.”  She nipped at the mage’s fingers.  “I can’t decide if he doesn’t keep it written down or if she’s just that shit at sneaking in to look.”
They pulled their hand away.  “Look for what, exactly?”
Bels leaned close to their ear.  “Dirty spells,” she breathed, pitching her voice to sound like the adorable little blood mage, and well, if that didn’t make them shiver all over, what possibly could?  She continued in her normal voice, with only a smirk to show she knew exactly what effect she was having.  “Remember that electricity thing he used to do?”
They snorted.  “I didn’t sleep with him, remember?”
Bels humphed and rolled off the bed.  “Fine, remember the electricity thing I told you he used to do?”
“You haven’t stopped talking about it for nearly seven years,” Hawke snickered.  “You’ve also tried to convince me at least twice a month to try to figure it out, but I’m shit at lightning and really don’t want to explain a dead woman in my bed again.”
“Just ask Anders, it’ll - wait, again?”
“Idunna, remember?”
“You weren’t in her bed, just sort of around it.”  Isabela waved a hand at them dismissively.  “Anyway, the point is, I think I have a lead on where to find a dirty magic book.”
“Please tell me this isn’t your relic.”
She shook her head.  “No.  Well, probably not?  I don’t think Orlesian shops like this would . . . anyway!”  She tugged at Hawke’s arm.  “We should go look, you know magic-y things, so you can tell if it’s real or not.”
“But if Merrill wants to surprise us -”
“Just leave it downstairs with the . . . I don’t know, something Fenris wouldn’t borrow - he doesn’t need anything else to spook him.”
Hawke eyed their lockbox thoughtfully.  Alternatively . . . “Hey Merrill!”
“Coming!”  Her footsteps barely made any noise as she raced up the stairs.  “You didn’t start without -” as the door opened, she stopped.  “You’re still wearing clothing?” she asked, disappointed.
“C’mere,” they said, holding a hand out.  Merrill took it happily and wound it around her waist as she rubbed her nose in their hair.  “You wanna buy a book store with me?”
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lavellander · 2 years
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THEE long hair girlboyfriend/short hair boygirlfriend power couple
(lines only version & bonus caption under the cut)
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lgvalenzuela · 10 months
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This took longer than expected
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